Nesting Monkeys to the Rescue!

Christmas was pretty great – our New Year’s was pretty rough.

It was Gen’s fault. She takes most of the blame.

See, rather than give nice gifts like most humans, she gave us the gift of pestilence.

And so the entire family was sick on the first day of 2012. (Perhaps foreshadowing the Mayan prophecy? Yeah, right – more like foreshadowing the need for more Kleenex and Vitamin C.)

Quinn has taken her illness harder than the rest of us. Her nose is constantly producing streams of snot – Derek actually wondered whether one could market snot for a profit – and her cough rumbles like Kilauea.

Worst hit was her appetite. New Year’s Eve was anything but an eating holiday for our 2-year-old.

Thankfully, today she woke feeling much better. And thanks to six Schylling Nesting Monkeys, given to Quinn by her grandma, she ate like a normal toddler – that’s not saying much, but it’s much better than the previous day’s three noodles and a couple of bites of applesauce.

The Nesting Monkeys are made like traditional Russian dolls – one fits into the other and the other fits into a bigger one – but look like Sock Monkeys.

The industrious monkeys entertained Quinn through her dinner, hiding grapes for her to find and consequently consume.

Tomorrow will surely bring better days for our family, with Quinn at least having eaten enough to nourish her tiny body and the Nesting Monkeys standing by in case we need to again play hide-and-seek with fruit.